Well, since I'm having some trouble motvating myself to do the next Facts of Life chapter, I decided I'd skip to Fanfiction Meets YouTube.
Fang: Thus pissing off your Facts of Life fans.
Me: Oh, they'll be fine! I'll get write back on it after I do this. Writing this little thing may motivate me, after all.
Fang: Maybe...
Me: What I really want to do is a Lord of the Rings parody, but I seem to be epic failing in that...
Fang: It's because you spent more time swooning over the dirty old 'Still Not King' guy and not enough time getting ideas for the parody!
Me: Oh, shut up. You're just jealous 'cause I like Aragorn.
Fang: Psh. As if.
Me: Sure....
Monopoly Madness!
It was a rainy day outside, so Fang and Iggy, out of boredom, had decided to sit down and play a game of Monopoly. Fang was a bit more excited about this upcoming game than Iggy.
"So, we're gonna play a good old game of Monopoly." Fang said, setting up the pieces.
"Whoopidy-Freaking-Doo..." Iggy mumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Iggy, that's no spirit. Now, pick up the dice and roll." Fang said, dropping the dice in front of Iggy.
Iggy sighed. "Do I really have to?"
"ROLL THE FREAKING DICE!" Fang yelled.
"Ok, ok!" Iggy said, reaching over and grabbing the dice. He threw the dice, rolling a two.
"A two!" Fang exclaimed, almost laughing at his friend's misfortune. "You freaking suck at this game!" He said as Iggy reached over, found his piece, and moved it. Fang burst into laughter. "And it's a double, too!"
Iggy was not as amused. "Ok, I guess that means I go again."
"Be my guest!" Fang said, still laughing. "You freaking suck at this game!" He said as Iggy rolled again, getting a three this time.
"A three!" Fang exclaimed. "Holy crud, you suck at life!"
The game went on, and so did Fang's taunting.
"Uh-oh!" Fang exclaimed as Iggy landed on a railroad. "All aboard for all losers, you're on my railroad! So you owe me 25 dollars!"
Iggy handed over the play money, close to exasperation at Fang's behavior. He would've left Fang and gone off to do his own thing, like make bombs in the kitchen, but Max had ordered him to stick with Fang, worried about his new obsession with his toy alligator that he'd found.
"I can't believe you actually landed on my railroad." Fang said, rolling the dice. "Now your 25 dollars is mine, and you're not getting it back!" Fang taunted, moving his piece. "God, you suck so bad!"
The piece landed on Iggy's property.
Iggy had heard how many steps the piece had taken and where it had landed. Now it was his turn to smile. "You owe me 360 dollars."
Fang looked down at his money, then slammed his fists on the table. "DAMNIT!"
So, the game went on. But this time, there was a new bird-kid on top.
Iggy moved his piece around the board. "Sounds like I passed Go. I get 200 dollars." He reached over to the bank and took his money."
"You also landed on Community Chest." Fang grumbled.
"Awesome." Iggy said, grabbing a Community Chest card.
"That's not always good." Fang reminded him.
Iggy handed it to Fang to read. "Well?"
"You get 200 more dollars..." Fang grumbled.
"Banker, hand it over!" Iggy taunted.
"Collect your 200 dollars." Fang snapped. "You know where it is."
Now it was Fang's turn. He rolled his dice and moved his piece onto another Community Chest.
"Community Chest, whaddya know." Fang said, picking up a card. "Get out of jail." Fang read off the card. He grinned, looking up at Iggy. "That means I can murder you! FOR FREE!!"
Iggy rolled his eyes. "Now, listen to me silly Fangy boy, murdering me won't help you solve your financial problems."
"Screw you!" Fang shot back.
"Go put Max's pants on your head!" Iggy snapped.
"WTF?" Fang asked.
20 minutes later...........
Iggy was singing a highly annoying-sounding song, which was driving Fang, whose sanity was already questionable, absolutely mad.
"I HATE YOU!!" Fang yelled at the singing Iggy, trying to move his piece. "SHUT UP!!!!!!!" Fang moved his piece onto another one of Iggy's properties. Iggy heard.
"You owe me 250 dollars." Iggy stated.
"Fine." Fang said, angrily pulling his money together. "Take it and shove it down your throat!"
"Oh, I will..." Iggy said sarcastically.
10 minutes later.............
"I don't get this game!" Fang exclaimed. "I mean, how the heck can I conduct a business with a freaking plastic dog?!" He exclaimed, holding up his scottie dog playing piece.
"Ha ha, your dog's getting beat by my hat!" Iggy taunted.
"You, sir, are the Devil!" Fang yelled at Iggy's face. "And no one likes to play Monopoly with a FREAKING DEVIL!!"
30 minutes later.............
After a long and headache-inducing afternoon, Iggy found himself sitting smugly on one side of the table, almost all the money laid out in front of him, and Fang found himself on the other side, close to bankruptcy. Not to mention close to having a 14-year-old bird-kid tantrum.
Fang sighed, giving Iggy his last dollar.
"Uh-oh. Looks like you're out of money, Fangy." Iggy said smugly.
"Wait, here," Fang said desperately, reaching into his back pocket. He grabbed his wallet. "I'll use real money, and, uhhh...If you get it, you can keep it! Ok?"
"Ok, deal." Iggy agreed. "Roll your dice."
Fang shook his dice, rolled them, moved his piece, and landed on.....Iggy's property.
"You owe me 500 dollars." Iggy stated.
Fang snapped.
"NOOOOO!!!! NOOOO!!! NOOOOO!!!!!" Fang yelled, shooting out of his chair. He grabbed the table they were playing on a shoved it away, standing over Iggy, who was still in his chair. "NOOOO!!!!"
"Fang! T-take it easy!" Iggy said nervously. He was regretting letting Max force him to watch Fang.
"NOO!!!" Fang yelled back.
"It's just a game!" Iggy exclaimed. "This is madness!"
"Madness?" Fang asked, freezing. He turned around, gaping, then turned back to Iggy. He took a deep breath....
"THIS IS MONOPOLY!!!!!" He lifted his foot up and kicked Iggy square in the chest, sending him flying backward.
"Noooo!!!" Iggy yelled, falling to the floor.
As Iggy laid on the floor, Fang began to grab the pieces of the Monoply game and threw them down at Iggy angrily.
Now, Iggy was pissed and exasparted all over again. "Fang, the whole '300' thing's been overplayed."
"WELL YOU CAN BITE ME!" Fang yelled back.
Me: Ahhh, sweet randomness.
Fang: You know, Mum used to say you were a sore loser when it came to Monopoly.
Me: I am not!
Fang: I bet....
Me: I AM NOT A SORE LOSER! I'M JUST....VERY COMPETITIVE!
Fang: You wanna prove it?
Me: YOU'LL SEE, BIRD-BOY!
Fang: I'll get the Monopoly game, Oh Patron Saint of Sore Losers.
Me: YOU SHALL BE CONQUERED!!
Fang: You shall get some therapy....
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